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Chapter 63

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 22:10:04

ANTHONY’S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, water still dripping down my face. My heart was racing. Not from fear, but something else.

My chest felt like it could barely contain the way it pounded. I braced my hands on the edge of the sink, trying to catch my breath. It wasn’t just what happened—it was how easy it felt. Her lips, her hands, the quiet sounds she made that only I got to hear.

It had felt real. Grounded. Like maybe we were starting again, for real this time.

I leaned on the sink, staring at my reflection. My hair was a mess. My skin was flushed. My lips were still tingling. I looked like a man who’d just won something—something he’d wanted for a long time.

She chose to stay. She chose me. The thought alone was enough to make my chest feel tight.

I dried my face, smoothed my hair back, tried to calm myself down.

I couldn’t afford to mess this up by rushing. I couldn’t scare her away now. We’d just shared something real. Something perfect. I couldn’t bulldoze ahead an
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